Please not...

"Please, please don't make me wear it. It won't happen again", pleaded Lisa. "Young lady, I hate to repeat myself. Please put on this diaper now!" the teacher said firmly. "No," Lisa said, horrified, without thinking. The teacher's face darkened. Without warning, the teacher's hand smacked Lisa's bare bottom. Lisa whimpered softly. "Lie down here immediately," she said, pointing to the tiled toilet floor. Lisa started crying again but resigned herself to her fate. "Bottom up," the teacher said, sliding the diaper under Lisa's bottom. With practiced movements, she fastened the diaper around Lisa's hips. Then she took her hand and pulled her back to her feet. Lisa was still crying and staring at the white padding around her lower body. "Here," the teacher said again, relaxing as she handed Lisa the jogging pants. "I've already spoken to Mark. He's here in his own car and would drive you home if you want. Otherwise, you're welcome to continue the show you're putting on here. Which would you prefer?"